Page 28 of Sins or Secrets
“I’ve moved on.” The past will always make me feel bitter, but the crux of the matter is, I can’t be angry at Quinn for falling out of love with me.
“Okay. So, if you’ve moved on, you should have no problems doing it for the money.If I were you, all I’d be thinking about is that money.Six months Logan. Six months.”
I bite the inside of my lip and blow out a raggedbreath.
Six months…
He makes it sound so simple.
It’s just that when it comes to Quinn Cambray, nothing everis.
But for a million-plus dollars, I need to make itsimple.
And I know just the way to dothat.
All I have to do is think of it asbusiness.It’s a business deal, anarrangement.Ameans to anend.
Nothing more.
Quinn
“One million dollars,” Bree gasps, her voice a little too loud elicits the attention of some of the people in the nearby booths.
There were already busy body women craning their necks to listen in on our conversation when we first sat down at the Big Burger diner Bree and I always ventured to when we were in high school.
“One million dollars,” she hisses again, speaking a little lower this time but it sounds more like what I call a whisper shout.
“Yes, one million dollars,” I confirm, bringing my hand to my head while I rest my elbow on the table.
I sigh. At least it’s good to be able to talk to somebody about everything.I’d hate it if my only option was to go back to the motel room and sit in the confines of the four gray walls.
I contemplated telling Bree and decided this was just the thing I’d need to talk out with someone I could trust.Even if I hadn’t seen that someone in a decade.I’m relying on the decade prior to that of our friendship.
“You have to say yes, Quinn. It’s a no-brainer.The money, the house, and God … the money and the house.”
“Yeah, the money and the house.But what about the man?”
“Oh girl,” she muses. “If I were you, I’d have him too.”She starts laughing andI do too, but only to humor her.
“I can’t have the man Bree.” I smile.It’s good to see she hasn’t lost her sense of man craziness.“That’s not part of the offer.”
I think it’s safe to say when it comes to me and Logan, hoping we can work together will be a stretch.
“I was just joking. Kind of.” She curls the ends of her hair around her thumb and a bright smile lifts the corners of her mouth, then it falters.Instead it’s replaced with a wary look.“I’m sorry that was insensitive of me.I just remembered your divorce, and I’m thinking of this like it’s me.A million dollars would change my life, but it’s probably not all that much to you.”
If only she knew. “Believe me, it's a lot to me.”
“It’s definitely a shit load of money.Money I’ll never have in this lifetime.I didn’t go to college. My salon is shit and I can’t even hope to bag a rich husband in these clothes.The only thing left for me to do is use my God given assets and work at the strip club.”
Thinking she was joking around, I almost laugh.Then I realize she’s serious from the dullness in her eyes and the shift in her mood.
“Your business didn’t work out?”
Bree has always wanted to have a salon.It’s good to hear she pursued her dream.Not so good if it didn’t work out.
“Not so much. Let’s just say competition arrived and really put me in my place.It made what little I knew from beauty school look like cow shit.I’m only open now on Wednesdays and Fridays.I can’t afford to keep it open all the time and I’m thinking of closing down to be honest.”
“Oh Bree, I’m sorry.” If I could help I absolutely would.Maybe I can help her in other ways.I guess that would start with being more open though.It seems safe enough to provide a little more insight since we seemed to have picked right up where we left off ten years ago.It’s like no time has passed at all.Like I never left.
